Isaik turned towards his Yumara after hearing Orion Speak, “Perfection… Subtly is the absolute path towards victory…” Isaik hissed, ever since his death at the hands of that elf creature that had turned his spell back against him, Zalak had decided a shadowy approach to everything would ensure success… His thoughts were only confirmed as he watched other great beings perish to Azeroth’s heroes…
Isaik watched Yumara grow more ready to attack before calming herself down, Isaik would hardly let a creature like Ebony interfere with his plans… But unlike Salkeen, Isaik was a creature of cold calculation and planning… When the time came to deal with Ebony, it would be when the elf could do nothing in return to stop it.
The obsidian glass feline was a hair’s breadth quicker than Isaik in calming his great minion, a interesting detail becoming quick obvious to Isaik… Not so confident in my ability to calm the goddess? The dark creature mentally hissed to Orion…
Isaik focused on the feline upon Yumara’s shoulder, Salkeen will not get the chance to launch any such crusade to that fetid tower, the keys are not in place, pawns out of position, Ebony shall not fall from the dragon, the Phoenix and the vengeful void… They will not be enough… Umbra Shukil will not reach that dark place… Isaik stated, he had been watching Salkeen closely and although he too desired the end of such a nuisance that was Ebony, the risks it posed were to great at this moment…
Isaik turned his haunted form towards Yumara, his face hollow like a corpse once more… “He neither suffered nor experienced a great rest… His entirety was erased, he is now and will forever be nothing…” Isaik hissed, the creature that had held his tome was none other than the bastard elven creature that was erased from existence… Never before had Zalak felt such a blow, so furious was his wrath that he deemed the elf worthy of a forgotten existence… The last creature that had truly harmed the Master, was erased…
Isaik did not argue he had seen such a outcome before, as the word was given they began! The many strands of fate had shown that no matter what Isaik did he could not heal Izzabelle’s soul, it was up to her or Jericha…
Isaik weaved his hands through the air the creatures once living nothing but biomass ready to be molded into purpose! Izzabelle’s form stood ready before with a great twist of his hands the whirl of dark magic engulfed and surrounded the elven women! Isaik stood over the magic array directing the turbulent swells of flesh over Izzabelle… The changes were small at first her body growing only slightly smaller, gaps in her flesh and bones healing away to perfect skin once more. As the dark creature continued the spell grew more detailed, her emerald green eyes distinct of her felblood form and blood elf history slowly became a deep blue… Isaik tilted his head with a audible snap as he watched the green emerald flakes of her hidden fel nature reveal themselves to those who were the utmost observant… Isaik brought his hand up once more to direct the spell when…
Isaik howled in great furious irritation, that vile arrogant demonic fool couldn’t rest for merely a moment before nearly damning himself and everything around him once again… Isaik extended his arms hard as he tried to extend his own power to ensure what repairs had been done were unaffected… Around them the earth itself shakes as the catatonic bindings placed on the elementals lessened and the ancient beings saw what had become of themselves… Isaik roared his form becoming larger and more eredar like once more… From the desecrated halls of his own domain shrieking spirits riskier through the corridors and into Isaik’s claws as he commanded the darkest of Magic’s to its greatest precipice! Izzabelle’s flesh boiled and rotted away as the Master willed the creation to be reborn, underneath the boiling and rotted flesh appeared the younger form of the elven women, the biological age melted away as the power of the dark tomes was infused… The master wove another dark spell his clawed undead hands directing the darkest of Magic’s around Izzabelle, her true felblood form would remain dormant until fel found her form…
Isaik turned to Orion his eyes darkened and without any light, the master said not a word but instead sent Orion the time and place directly into his mind… The darkest of nights they would appear in one of the oldest run down structures in Stormgarde, it was that night that the switch was most likely to succeed. This was the night the cult was coming into the town… Isaik directed his claws at Izzabelle once more forcing a catatonic sleep, as Orion had altered her time forged memories it was the hour of reckoning… “Proceed…” The dark one hissed…